THIRD GRADE:
Butters got off the bus, and couldn't help but feel a little overwelmed at seeing the entrance to the Grand Cow festival. There were huge roller coasters towering above everyone. There also was a ginormous ferris wheel. Butters heard people screaming, who he thought were on the roller coasters. That made him a little scared.
"You scared Butters?" Kyle asked him, coming up behind him.
Butters jumped back, Kyle surprised him. "N-no," Butters stuttered.
"It's okay, is this your first time at a carnival?" Kyle asked.
Butters didn't want to admit that it was, his parents had rarely ever taken him out to such places.
"Hey, guys!" Stan came up to them.
Thank you, Stan for saving me from another embarrassing truth. Butters thought.
"Hey," Kyle said. "Oh, do you wanna-" He was cut off by Mr. Garrison. "Okay class, now everybody get a buddy."
Right away, kids were linking arms with others, showing that they were buddies, others held hands.
"Wanna be my buddy, Kyle?" Stan asked Kyle.
Kyle nodded, and held hands with Stan.
Butters felt lonely, almost all the other kids had already made buddies, and Stan saw that as well. "Hey Butters, I don't think that Kenny has a buddy yet, why don't you ask him?" Stan told Butters.
"Okay!" Butters said, cheerfully. He maneuvered his way through the crowd of children, until he saw a boy, who was wearing an orange coat.
"Hey Kenny, I was wondering if we could-" Butters cut himself off, as he saw that Kenny was holding hands with a girl. She had dirty blonde hair, and majestic blue eyes. "Oh," he said, in realization.
"Huh? Sorry Butters but I already have a buddy!" Kenny said, although his words were muffled because part of his coat covered his mouth. The girl smiled, at Butters, then said, "sorry," to him.
Butters just nodded, and walked away, feeling lonely, again. He couldn't help but feel a little sad as well. He knew that he shouldn't feel sad, and that he should get used to feeling lonely, but he never did.
"Okay, if you don't have a buddy, then raise your hand." Mr. Garrison said. All the kids grew silent, and looked around. Butters didn't want to raise his hand for the fear of being embarrassed, and the thought that he would probably have to be buddies with the teacher. But it seemed like that wasn't going to happen, because a hand with stubby fingers shot up. Butters was a little shocked to see a hand being raised, and was happy that he wasn't going to be with the teacher, so he raised his hand, as high as he could manage.
"Okay, Eric, your buddies with Butters." Mr. Garrison announced, as he and Eric Cartman walked up to Butters.
"Oh, come on! Do I have to be buddies with him?" Eric said, putting as much hate into the word, 'him' as possible.
"Yes," Mr. Garrison told Eric, then practically shoved Eric next to Butters. Butters blushed, slightly, but he didn't know why. He always hated Eric, because Eric would always bully him, and get him in trouble with his parents.
"You kids can go anywhere in the carnival, as long as you have a teacher with you." Mr, Garrison said. Then, almost right away, all the kids rushed into the carnival, and the adults followed them. But they forgot about Eric and Butters.
"I'm going on the roller coaster." Eric announced, walking into the carnival, his chin raised.
"But I don't want to go on that." Butters said, in a small voice.
"I don't care what or what you don't want to go on, asshole!" Eric screamed at him.
"Can we please go on something else?" Butters basically pleaded.
"No!" Eric said, as they rounded up to the line for the roller coaster. The roller coaster was very tall, and fast. Kids were screaming, some looking scared, others sick, but most of them looked happy.
Eric looked up, at the roller coaster. Butters looked down at the line.
"That's a long line, Eric." Butters pointed out.
"I don't give a fuck, I'm going on that roller coaster!" Eric said. Then he took a hold of Butters wrist, and pushed and shoved the people in the line, as he pulled Butters and went forward.
When they finally got to the front of the line, some guy who worked there stopped them.
"Hey, your not tall enough to go on this ride." The guy said in a monotonous voice.
"I don't care, I'm going on the rollover coaster, so get out of the way fuck face!" Eric said to the man.
The man's eyes widened, surprised at what Eric called him. "Your also to little for this ride. Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way."
"Eric, I think that we should just go." Butters told him, shyly. He was feeling uneasy at how high up they were.
"No! I'm gonna go on that ride, if it's the last thing I do!" Eric yelled, and made a run for it, onto the roller coaster kart. But the guy quickly got a hold on Eric's collar.
The man took out a walkie talkie from his belt and talked into it. Eric struggled from the man's grasp on his collar.
"Let go of me, you fucking bastard!" Eric yelled at the guy.
The guy ignored him. Butters just stood there, to scared to move.
"Butters, help me out here!" Eric demanded at the poor scared blonde boy.
"I-I-I'm scared." Butters admitted, looking down, and feeling as if the wind got knocked out if him.
"Ugh! Your all Shit!" Eric screamed. Two security guards came.
The guy who was holding onto Eric's collar, despite Eric kicking and trying to punch him, pointed to Butters, and handed Eric to the security guards. "Thanks you." The man said.
The security guards nodded, and lifted the boys up, swinging them onto their backs, as if they were sacks of potatoes.
"Your gonna pay for this, all of you douchebags are!" Eric cursed at them. Kicking and punching the security guards. Butters was tearing up a little at how scared he was.
The security guards just ignored Eric. Then, once they came back down, to the front of the line, the security guards put them down.
"Now don't do anything like that again, especially you." The security guard that lifted Eric up said, pointing at him when he said 'you'.
Eric scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Fine! Whatever!" Eric said, then walked away. Leaving Butters with the security guards, feeling awkward.
"Now, it's your job to not let him do something like that again." The same guard told Butters, the other one nodded, and they walked away. Butters ran over to Eric, not having anywhere else to go to.
"I hate those fucking guards." Eric stated, his arms crossed.
Butters shrugged, and quickly wiped away the remaining tears on his face.
"Lets just go on the Ferris wheel." Eric said, walking over to it. The line was very short.
"Um, the Ferris wheel?" Butters asked, fear shot through him, just at the thought at how high up it was.
"Yeah, why, you got a problem with that?" Eric asked him.
"Um, I . . ." He didn't want to admit that he had a fear of heights.
"Good, cause I don't care." Eric said, as they got to the front of the line. Butters gulped. They got into the same kart, sitting next to each other.
The Ferris wheel started moving a little higher. Butters felt his palms become sweaty, he didn't realize that they were clenched, so he unclenched them. He looked nervous.
Eric didn't seem to notice, he was staring to the side. Butters gave out a little yelp, as they got to the middle mark (not the top).
"Are you okay?" Eric asked him, turning his head to face him.
Butters nodded, he didn't want to say anything, in fear that he would barf.
"You look pale." Eric pointed out.
Butters gulped. "I'm . . . Fine" He sounded uncertain.
"You don't sound like it." Eric said, then his eyes widened a bit. "If you puke on me, I WILL kick your ass!"
"No, no, I won't." Butters assured him. "I hope not, at least." He muttered.
"What?" Eric asked him.
"Nothing!" Butters said. They were at the top now, and Butters made the mistake of looking down. He have a small scream, and hugged Eric, tightly.
Eric's eyes widened, and he blushed, just slightly, but still there nevertheless. "Whoa, Butters, calm down!" Eric said, not knowing what to do.
"I can't, I'm so scared, Eric!" Butters said, hugging him tighter, tears streamed down his cheeks. He didn't care if Eric would bully him again, because if this, he just wanted to get off the Ferris wheel, desperately.
"It's going to be okay, Butters, your gonna survive." Eric tried to reassure him. He pat Butters on the back, lightly.
Butters moaned. Cartman felt awkward. They stayed like that for the rest of the ride, Butters clinging on to Cartman, and Cartman trying to calm him down.
When they finally came down, and got out of the cart, Butters quickly ran to the nearest trash can, and puked into it. Cartman walked over to him, and put a hand on his back.
"You'll be okay, you'll be okay." Cartman reassured Butters.
When Butters felt like he was done vomiting, he said, "thank you." To Cartman. Then he puked into the trash can again.
"You know, that wasn't so bad." Cartman blurted out.
Butters turned to him, he wiped his mouth with the back if his hand. "What?" He asked confused, he looked pale.
"Nothing! Let's just get you to a teacher." Cartman said, lightly pulling on Butters arm, and taking him to their teacher.
Did he just say that he liked that? Butters asked himself. He was tempted to ask Cartman, but he felt to sick, and just shrugged it off.
Cartman looked back at Butters, and smiled at him, Butters returned the smile.